At least it wasn't a bunch of blokes betting over which of two Japanese commercial ladies who had a talent for firing ping pong balls out of their holy of holies could hit the bullseye on a target at the end of their bed first, which is the kind of thing bankers might just get up to on a slow day after the advent of broadband. I think they put some kind of airbag up there and use it to fire shit out. Something like that. Like those ball syringes you use to flush your ears out.